As I age, I become more courageous.
Last week, I asked three of my best, old-time friends to tell me, straight on, what my worst habit is – the one that drives them absolutely bonkers.
To loosen their tongues, I gave them a bottle of Rombauer Merlot and provided them with the privacy of my back porch. My hunch was it would take them some serious discussion time. I didn’t want to rush them.
Less than two minutes went by. Gordy, their self-appointed leader, came forward with the verdict.
“Don, you talk way too much.”
I grabbed the uncorked bottle of wine from Gordy’s hand.
Then, each friend smiled and gave me a big hug before exiting through the front door.
I did not say a single word.